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Re: Your best experience

Yeah, when I own a home myself, I'll be building myself, and I want to have an underground swimming pool and a separate wet room for purposes like that. I plan to have my (future) house filled with inflatables, and balloons for as long as they last. They can take up all of my living space for all I care, just not the garage!

Out of curiosity, are you a popper, a non-popper or a semi-popper? I don't really like poppers, and find it even worse when they describe their toys and/or balloons with "she" and/or "he" and then pop them. You don't kill your girlfriend/boyfriend or wife/husband right after sex (or any other activities), do you?

You have assigned a gender to "Layla" your orca, as do I--loosely-- when kick starting a session with an animal inflatable. Useful when the motivation is otherwise absent.
This doesn't imply I destruct or "kill" my inflatable afterward though, no more than it implies you mistreat yours.

I'm a NON-POPPER--not even a semi.
I don't get off destroying hard earned goods.
That's why it's first listed in my profile.

As for permanently imbuing inanimate objects with human identity and attributes, I don't go there. Those that are so compelled need a real lover and some counselling.
Outside our secret, fucked little hobby, in this world I want for nothing.

Yep. Count that I will often be gender specific here in the future, about some of my inflatables, in the retelling of an experience or two.
Unfortunate if that sticks in your taint, loonerboy.

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Re: Your best experience

Originally Posted by freetofloat

As you have assigned a gender to "Layla" your orca, so have I, loosely. When with an animal inflatable, I do sometimes think in terms of a preferred gender. That doesn't imply I destruct or "kill" my inflatable afterward though, no more than it implies you mistreat yours.

I'm a NON-POPPER--not even a semi.
I don't get off destroying hard earned goods.
That's why it's first listed in my profile.

As for them being imbued with human characteristics or identities, I don't go there. It's just easier to think about a female rather than a male to start the session, thats all.
Those that are so compelled need a blow up doll, or a real lover and some counselling.

Yep. Count that I will often be gender specific here in the future, about some of my inflatables, of the few animal pieces I own.
Unfortunate if that sticks in your taint, loonerboy.

I usually say they're female unless they don't have any feminine features. But I don't need no counselling! I only treat my whale (and any future inflates I get) the way I do because I haven't found the one girl. When I do, I'll probably distance myself from inflatables and balloons a little, because I really don't want people thinking I'm insane, because I'm not. The way I treat them, like they're people, talking to them and such, isn't because I have some mental illness (unless you count religion and firm beliefs, especially the belief of souls, as a mental illness). This gets kind of hard to explain, but I believe that people, animals and inanimate objects possess souls. That's why. I believe that after one's life, their soul may be reincarnated as a person, an animal, or an object, or they may spend the rest of eternity in heaven or hell. That's what I believe in. I am aware that they do not have a surefire way of communicating, but I know, or at least I believe, that inside their hollow, plastic bodies, that they have souls. It's not because of insanity, it's because of personal beliefs. It's as simple as that. You don't need to believe it yourself, you just need to respect my beliefs and not make fun of me for believing some weird shit. That also explains why I wouldn't hurt/destroy an inflatable, a balloon or any other object in my life unless absolutely necessary.
I prefer inflatables and balloons over other objects because it makes a bit more sense to hug an inflatable whale or a large balloon then it does a toaster. And you say "a real lover" but I don't use inflatables and/or balloons purely in a sexual way. They're just fun to have around, and sometimes talk to, because it does get lonely when you're an introvert living alone (or almost alone, I still live with my mother). I do have friends, I just don't spend a whole hell of a lot of time with them.

I feel the same way toward cars, but not sexually at all. I sometimes talk to a nice car, commenting on the car's beauty, and I think you'll find it isn't extremely uncommon in the car community. You can put partial blame on a movie called The Love Bug, filmed in 1968 by Disney. It's about an anthropomorphic Volkswagen Beetle (a 1963 Volkswagen Beetle Deluxe "Ragtop" to be precise, in L87 Pearl White paint) with a mind of it's own, named Herbie. I have watched that movie so many times I can remember every line said by every character. I have problems. That movie made me think about the possibility of objects, like cars for example, having souls, as I've always been taught by my mother that souls exist. And as soon as I got into balloons and inflatables, my beliefs moved on to those as well. Do I have a mental illness? I honestly don't know at this point.

So basically, I keep them around and treat them the way I do to keep me company until I muster up the courage to put myself out there and find a girl who's worth my time, and things can get sexual sometimes, which is great.

I'm a really big guy. Walks funny and can't sit in arm chairs big. People gawk at me and I break things I sit on, and I enjoy it. And I like shocking people. Pools are my favorite places ever, because I get to make people gawk at me getting on inflatables. They just assume I'm way too big, and the first time they see me do it they think I'm going to pop the thing. I love that "oh my God!" reaction.

I got over being nervous or feeling like I was doing something nobody actually does. Big inflatables actually do hold me, and I pick ones that are big enough that when I do get on them it doesn't seem so ridiculous that I tried, because they do hold me, but small enough that they look like they are totally overloaded.

For the smaller ones I just act like I know they won't hold me but it will be fun to try, or I try balancing on them when they are completely under water. 36 inch swim rings are good for this.

And that noise your skin makes sliding over vinyl? Yeah, I do that intentionally.

"Oh my God he's going to break that!"

I love it.

But my best experience was when I did something totally unreasonable with an inflatable in front of a crowd, and it wasn't even me that initiated it. Some kids were using air mattresses to cushion some stone benches. As the kids moved on, some adults started gingerly sitting on them. You know, two thin women thinking they're going to pop an air mattress? LOL Well, a very heavy friend, maybe as big as I am, joked that she would sit on one of them, and I told her go ahead, we can already see they're sturdier than they look. She's more than twice the combined weight of the two women that were on one of the mattresses, so she shouldn't have been reassured, but she'd seen me on inflatables in the pool, so perhaps she thought I was an authority on how much weight they hold. So she sat on an air mattress. Very slowly. I had to sit down to hide my growing...enthusiasm. So I sat with her! She screamed, so I laughed, and she didn't get up.

It was one of those slim single air chamber mattresses and I was pretty sure it was going to pop with that much weight added so quickly, but it didn't, and I knew what would happen next. The pillow end got big, and by the time she noticed, it was huge. I took her by the hand and leaned on her thigh a bit, to look over at it, but also so that she'd be more reluctant to stand up if I seemed unconcerned, and so I distracted her with conversation and talk of people that weren't near us. But the pillow end of the air mattress kept growing, and about the time she was freaking out enough to want to get up...BOOM!

That cheap air mattress held us both for about ten minutes!

She's not bashful about her size, so she seemed to get a kick out of it. She screamed, though, and then laughed. I hope I can get her to do it again.

My best experience was a few months ago. I have been a beachball looner my whole life, I am a occasional popper when the ball has a hole in it already. Anyway, I told my wife about my fetish. At first she was scared and confused but didnít judge me and was okay with it. A few days later she wanted me to show her. I was so scared, she wanted me to get naked and blow up one of my beachballs. I picked my favorite 24Ē intex. I started to inflate it, I was getting so hard because I love my beachballs and she was watching. She asked what I do with it, at this point she realized that Iím tell the truth about my secret. So I showed her how I like to hump it and pull it close and hard to me so it feels good. She was fascinated! She asked if I have another ball, I said yes. I pulled out a deflated 20Ē intex. I stood up and stared to blow it up. She then took her top off and got on her knees and started to blow me nice and slow as I blew up my ball. Good that felt good. When I was close to being done, she grabbed my ball and started to take her bottoms off. Her fully nude, she layed over my ball and we started intercourse on the ball. As I made love to her and was getting close to climax, she started to deflate the ball and I went inside her. After she took the second beachball and deflated it nice and slow.

Thatís awesome, Beachballer! So glad that you and your wife were able to connect over this!

I had told my wife about the fetish awhile ago, but I donít think she fully understands and kind of thinks it is silly. Iíve felt shy about approaching her further about it since then and keep it generally to myself.

Itís the act of a woman huffing and puffing up an inflatable toy that excites me. The bigger, the better. The more determined she is to finish it by mouth, the better. My wife unfortunately doesnít have the lungs and can just barely struggle to get a small beach ball up before sheís had enough.

About six or seven years ago, a discount store about seven train stops north of where I live was about to shut down, and they had 64 inch inflatable bop bags discounted from A$12.95 to A$4.95. They had one blown up in the toy section, and immediately got hard when realising it was made of that soft shiny beach ball plastic. Went over to it and felt it, oh yeah, it was the thinner guage beach ball plastic with which I highly suspected had used a phthalate based PVC. I briefly picked it up and dropped it, hearing that wonderful "doying" sound as it was blown rather tight, and wow, I was feeling that sense of anticipation. So straight away, went to the shelf that still had a few dozen of them and cleared them out. As per usual, when paying for them I got the strange look, but WTF I couldn't have cared less. :P

When I blew the first one up that night at home, it was a warm (but not humid) Sydney December day, so the ambient temperature was perfect, as I had loose shorts and a shirt on with thongs. Having just showered, my skin felt smooth, and laying on the sofa with the bag on top of my body, I was hugging it and patting it; it was blown rock hard. Digging my fingers into the softer plastic, I could feel the thin plastic melt under my finger nails, but at this point again emphasise, there was no intention to damage it or pop it, I just love finger digging. Anyway after about twenty minutes of edging, finally climaxed and uh!, that december day in 2009 was definitely the start of many good moments for the next year or so.

The unfortunate irony was as much as I loved the soft thin guage plastic from these bags, it was this very thing that made them vulnerable to my very tight inflation habits, where after about two years, most of them developed pinholes - again just from over inflation - I don't actually ride any of my inflatables. But generally speaking playing with these things from about 2009 to 2011 was absolute bliss, and a damn shame I can't find anymore of these to buy.

I've kept the leaky bags for when eventually I have enough money to get a custom order made, I can send these away to a manufacturer for them to build a mold from using these as a template. I've got around half a dozen left, but am treating them very delicately, as I may never see such bop bags again.

I filled an Intex jump-o-lene with 8 poundland beach balls (very soft, stretchy and supple), and jumped in there and humped my life away until I came all over the place. The smell of the jump o lene and new beach balls added to the arousal.

Also I got given a blow job once by a girl sat on an Intex seal (the shiny blue one), we were inside an Intex summer-colours paddling pool, the one with the inflatable floor.

The first time I got an idea that I filled a swim wing with water and every time I just microwave this for 60 secs to heat it up. The surface of swim wing is quietly rough for non-slip design. However, when I inserted it in, the rough surface was really stimulating, made my "stuff" feel really excited and itch. I just reached climax for 1 minute(usually it takes 15 mins). That's the most exciting experience I got.